This is a story I put up on myspace forever ago, its from the beginning of plebe year. I thought it was on here but some of you don't know the story so here it is:
Ok, so for those of you who aren't cadets, this might be a good story, but I'm writing it more for cadets and those who want to become cadets. this is a lesson I learned the hard way in the past week, learn from my mistake.
When you go to the health clinic, and they put you on profile, especially against your will, obey the profile.
Plebe beating, I mean PE 116-Boxing, is a required course, there's no way out of it. If you get Dr. Barone, I'm sorry, just don't be late, screw around, or get put on profile and you should be fine.
I've been sick for about a month now. At one point, I was 'better' and thought that was the end, but Water Polo tryouts almost killed me, and my roommates finally convinced me to go to sick call and get medical help. I woke up at five, the clinic was closed. oh well, get my shower done so i won't have to do it later. . .
5:30, still closed. . .
0600 the clinic finally opens. I go in and wait in line forever, just to be told to go back to my room and make an appointment for later in the day. So I go back to my room, and have very little time before breakfast formation. Obviously I haven't had the time to learn the meals for the day, look at the days, or read the news. I'm at my first sergeant's table for breakfast table, oh crap, now what? maybe he won't ask. . .
after breakfast we were supposed to(we being all the plebes at the table and their team leaders) report to 1sgt's room at 0640 the next morning.
i look at my schedule for the day, the only time i can go to sick call that they have an opening is at 10:30, leaving me little time to get across cadet area to Arvin(the building) for boxing class. Dr. Barone is a jerk about bein late, so I fire off a quick e-mail telling him, basically, that I'm screwed and i'll try to make it to class on time.
I make it to boxing, barely in time to explain that the clinic just put me on profile. Short version of Dr. Barone's response: "MEAT HEAD, IF YOU MISS THIS CLASS TODAY AND FRIDAY, I'M GONNA DROP YOU FROM IT AND YOU GET TO TAKE STAP(summer school)!!!"
So being the wise guy that I am, I call the clinic and make them change my profile to let me box. . .big mistake.
Apperantly when you get hit in the nose with a sinus infection, it hurts about ten times worse, and bleeds really easily/bad.
To make things better, the closest person(in weight) to me in the class is about 20 pounds heavier, and has years of martial arts training(fast reflexes, knows how to take and give a punch?)
Add insult to injury, when I got back to my barracks from boxing, lunch formation was already formed up. Everyone noticed the bloody, half dead looking plebe walking by. Luckily there was an entrance close by, so I was able to dodge most people.
While washing the blood from my face, I noticed that it was all over my body and that I was gonna hafta shower to get it off. By the time I'm out of the shower and in uniform, lunch is over, but the mess hall is still open. So I take off running to try and get some lunch, and run into one of the sergeants from my table.
"Where were you!!!" she yelled at me.
Oh, joy, now I'm gonna get yelled at for not showing up to a mando(mandatory) meal. Luckily, upon hearing my pathetic story, she takes pitty on me and lets me go.
Oh yeah, while I was lucky enough to have a free period after lunch, that was supposed to be spent finishing my HI 103 homework for the period after that. Crap, now i'm gonna get in trouble for not finishing that too. . .
Hahaha, it was a long day, but i survived. There are many morals here: as bad as you think you(civilians) have it, it could be worse(ie: you could be in the USCC); if you stick it out, things get better(we had a football game that night, life was fun for a while); and, probably the most important, OBEY YOUR PROFILE!!!!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
YWW
Every year each class at the academy gets a weekend to celebrate. Last year was Plebe Parent Weekend, this year was Yearling Winter Weekend- a big dinner/dance weekend for everyone to bring dates to and socialize with people from the outside (since 4 years here tends to make one very socially awkward otherwise).
At first, just for someone to bring, I had invited my ex-girlfriend to be my date for the event since she is already out here and it would be much cheaper. After a couple of months of neither of us saying anything, I had decided that I really didn't want to bring her and that seemed okay because she hadn't said anything about it. In fact I was toying with the idea of spending the money to invite someone from home, a girl I had liked in high school and had recently gotten back in contact with. Then one day, out of the blue, the dance came up while I was talking to my ex. She ended up inviting some of her friends and I was stuck trying to find dates for them all. Didn't work. Trying to find dates for this kind of thing that late in the game was impossible. Finally I gave up and just asked her if I could take someone else. I spent the money and invited Emma Nielson, the other girl I had been thinking about taking.
There were many reasons not to invite Emma. One was the timing; I'm getting ready to go on a mission and after that I have two more years of academy life (most likely) so it wasn't the most ideal time to get into a new relationship. Plus there was the thing with inviting Andrea. While I feel bad about that, the timing could prove problematic, and it was expensive it was entirely worth it. We had a wonderful time! But we never really did anything.
Friday night we watched a movie, ate dinner, watched a movie and went to bed.
Saturday we drove. A lot. We got in the car (borrowed from a gracious firstie whom I still have yet to meet in person) and just drove and talked. After a while we stopped to eat and then drove to a dunkin' doughnuts for hot chocolate. We just talked, about everything. It was a very bizarre feeling to be sitting in a doughnut shop in New York talking to the girl that had caused so much angst in high school- and we even talked about that. After hot chocolate we had to go gas up. We had gone through an entire tank of gas! We decided to hit the mall (at this point, though it was great to just talk, I was feeling bad for not actually doing anything). When we got to the mall though, we ended up just walking around the mall, talking again. We didn't go see a movie like we planned, or any of the other events I had planned for us to potentially do that day but it was ok, we had more fun this way.
After the mall we went back to the point. She got ready for the dance and I sat and talked to her while she did her hair. When it was time, I went and got ready. We almost didn't plan enough time for her and we got into a time crunch looking for an iron for her dress. The solution? Bring her to the barracks and borrow an iron from my neighbors. In the mad dash to make it to the mess hall on time her stuff ended up scattered around my room. We went to the dinner and the dance and came back to my room to gather her stuff and go. Time passed as we were talking to my roommate and suddenly it was taps. After taps they always come around and check to make sure we are in our rooms. Unfortunately, they don't like finding a girl in your room gathering her stuff. Luckily, when the situation was explained I ended up with virtually no punishment.
I took her back to my sponsor's house (where she was staying) and we sat on the couch cuddling and talking until 6:30 in the morning when we saw the time. Getting up for church the next morning was fun!
After church we were a little slower getting on the road than planned and she would not have made her flight if we used the trains and subways so I ended up just driving her to JFK. I can now say I've driven in New York City. In someone else's car. Wouldn't suggest it, but it worked out fine. The drivers here aren't as bad people seem to expect.
It was a wonderful weekend. The money side of it worked easier than expected and we had an amazing time, in spite of not really doing anything. It was all worth it. Much more than worth it.
At first, just for someone to bring, I had invited my ex-girlfriend to be my date for the event since she is already out here and it would be much cheaper. After a couple of months of neither of us saying anything, I had decided that I really didn't want to bring her and that seemed okay because she hadn't said anything about it. In fact I was toying with the idea of spending the money to invite someone from home, a girl I had liked in high school and had recently gotten back in contact with. Then one day, out of the blue, the dance came up while I was talking to my ex. She ended up inviting some of her friends and I was stuck trying to find dates for them all. Didn't work. Trying to find dates for this kind of thing that late in the game was impossible. Finally I gave up and just asked her if I could take someone else. I spent the money and invited Emma Nielson, the other girl I had been thinking about taking.
There were many reasons not to invite Emma. One was the timing; I'm getting ready to go on a mission and after that I have two more years of academy life (most likely) so it wasn't the most ideal time to get into a new relationship. Plus there was the thing with inviting Andrea. While I feel bad about that, the timing could prove problematic, and it was expensive it was entirely worth it. We had a wonderful time! But we never really did anything.
Friday night we watched a movie, ate dinner, watched a movie and went to bed.
Saturday we drove. A lot. We got in the car (borrowed from a gracious firstie whom I still have yet to meet in person) and just drove and talked. After a while we stopped to eat and then drove to a dunkin' doughnuts for hot chocolate. We just talked, about everything. It was a very bizarre feeling to be sitting in a doughnut shop in New York talking to the girl that had caused so much angst in high school- and we even talked about that. After hot chocolate we had to go gas up. We had gone through an entire tank of gas! We decided to hit the mall (at this point, though it was great to just talk, I was feeling bad for not actually doing anything). When we got to the mall though, we ended up just walking around the mall, talking again. We didn't go see a movie like we planned, or any of the other events I had planned for us to potentially do that day but it was ok, we had more fun this way.
After the mall we went back to the point. She got ready for the dance and I sat and talked to her while she did her hair. When it was time, I went and got ready. We almost didn't plan enough time for her and we got into a time crunch looking for an iron for her dress. The solution? Bring her to the barracks and borrow an iron from my neighbors. In the mad dash to make it to the mess hall on time her stuff ended up scattered around my room. We went to the dinner and the dance and came back to my room to gather her stuff and go. Time passed as we were talking to my roommate and suddenly it was taps. After taps they always come around and check to make sure we are in our rooms. Unfortunately, they don't like finding a girl in your room gathering her stuff. Luckily, when the situation was explained I ended up with virtually no punishment.
I took her back to my sponsor's house (where she was staying) and we sat on the couch cuddling and talking until 6:30 in the morning when we saw the time. Getting up for church the next morning was fun!
After church we were a little slower getting on the road than planned and she would not have made her flight if we used the trains and subways so I ended up just driving her to JFK. I can now say I've driven in New York City. In someone else's car. Wouldn't suggest it, but it worked out fine. The drivers here aren't as bad people seem to expect.
It was a wonderful weekend. The money side of it worked easier than expected and we had an amazing time, in spite of not really doing anything. It was all worth it. Much more than worth it.
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